Peace to FORCE OF NATURE and Rest In Peace to Nujabes
Master of my artistry
Still spittin' thoughts and philosophy
Microphone is merely a paintbrush
I am painting the Sistine Chapel
Verbally
Internally
Prolific
Portraits vivid
Make it stick with how I'm living
f** your negative image
Of fabricating realness
When it's actually sickness
Sick to my stomach
Throwing up lava simply spittin' the hot sh**
Trying to magnify that you rappers are not sick
Just spreading a ignorant epidemic
Popularizing the use of d** is a virus to the youth
Can't terribly criticize me because I'm only speaking the truth
But society doesn't care
Materialistic artists
Hypnotizing fans like psychological warfare
Live in a world where everyone is under the spell of mummification
And our freedom of speech is corrupted and so is our education
Escape with my music and my message
I'm just a artist delivering my masterpiece
Pen is a paintbrush
Painting lyrics on a blank canvas
See i can't be crushed like a praying mantis
On the track
The beat is outlandish
And i whip competition to bits
Lyrical dominatrix
Now enter a matrix
Exploring the sectors of my mind
Where there is no such thing as time
My flow is very divine
Yet i know I'm only mortal
But my rhymes is immortal
Everlasting
To export rappers to straight to the postmortem
Teleport my soul to a different world
And let my inner pa**ion as a artist reveal & unfurl